Imayoshi watching Sakurai draw, and continues to compliment him on things when he was getting frustrated. In the end Sakurai gets fed up and makes his boyfriend shut up. SakuIma
“Ara, ya came in ta practice on our off day Sakurai?” Touo’s captain had been called in to deal with some details of one of their away matches, he decided to swing by the gym since he was already here. He wasn’t expecting to find the shooting guard working so actively. The senior leaned against the gym wall watching the freshman, his eyebrows knitting together. Perhaps the tension from the degrading remarks of Seirin and some of the non-regulars had gotten to him, which was no good. If Sakurai fell into a slump it would be a pain to replace him last minute.
The tension in the freshman’s shoulder’s increased hearing his captain’s voice and the shot nearly missed as it ran the rim it teetered before falling in. Sakurai turned his head startled, an apology tumbled out before he knew what to say “Sorry senpai! I didn’t mean to cause you any problems. I’m sorry!” The shooting guard bowed repeatedly as the captain held up his hands, despite being used to this, it could be disarming handling the apology stream. Shaking his head the captain sighed “Ara? Don’t apologize for puttin’ the work in Sakurai, we didn’t accept ya ta the team for bein’ lazy. Out of our shooters you’re one of the best or ya wouldn’t be standin’ on the court ya know?”
Sakurai’s head lifted, eyes widened. Was Imayoshi not feeling well? Off-handed praise was something the fox-like senior only did on the court to keep their motivations up… There was no one else here except the two of them so why would he suddenly start praising him? Imayoshi crossed over to the stage, pulling himself up, since he’d be here for a while might not hurt to stay somewhere he’d see what was going on. Swallowing his questions the shooting guard understood that it was futile to argue his captain was going to watch him for some reason.
It was a bit unnerving, after all he didn’t know if he was supposed to act as the submissive first year shooting guard, or the captain’s boyfriend. Pouting a bit Sakurai pulled out another ball from the bin at his side, he had so much tension from not being able to see Imayoshi as much during their break due to the tests that he was going stir crazy… So he came in to practice, he didn’t realize his boyfriend was going to drop by, he had to prove he hadn’t lost his touch if he was worried now. As the thoughts spun around his head he sent his next shot, despite being confused his shot was perfect this time around, and the release was quicker than normal. As he pulled out another ball the captain commented again, his normal smirk like smile on his lips “You’re in top form today Sakurai, that was perfect.”
Glancing out of the corner of his eye the shooting guard smiled, alright maybe it wasn’t so bad having him here. Boyfriend mode it was then. He released his shot, after a few more baskets though Sakurai couldn’t handle it… Each time a shot made it there were compliments, his form, his figure, his body… Sakurai was pretty sure he couldn’t keep up with it, this was like a new type of torture. Acting like he was going to recover a ball he dropped that rolled over toward the stage he approached the senior who was watching him, before he could react the freshman grabbed his tie and pulled him down kissing him, the time for compliments was over. He’d apologize and clean up the gym after, but for now he just wanted the compliments to stop. His face was burning red as the fox lifted him from the floor into his lap on the stage, neither of them would be going home for a while.
